Day 61: Lesotho to South Africa via Cherry Farm Stall

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Malealea, Lesotho

Left the Kingdom of Lesotho. Crossed the border back into South Africa. We’re en route to the Drakensburg mountains near Harrisburg.

It’s an easy travel day, even with the border crossing. Short que, little questioning, maybe a fatigued scan of our passports, and my group is stamped out and in in less than thirty minutes.

Unfortunately, I’ve realized I have no more blank pages in my passport. Even after having 48 pages added to it last year while working in Vietnam, it’s properly filled now. Too many countries give full page visa stickers, and too many border officials stamp less than judiciously on any bare page, so I’m in a fix.

I begin leading the new Grand Africa tour in Kenya in three weeks, and will require a full page for Kenya-Uganda-Rwanda’s shared East African (EAT) visa. At the moment I have no full free pages, and little free time, in any city, for longer than a couple days. I’ll have to fly into Nairobi or Lusaka early, pay a visit to my brethren at the U.S. Embassy, and get a new passport processed. Whilst refusing to turn in the old one.

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My memoir — tattered, illegible and 72 pages full.

I flip through the pages, making an inventory of visas and stamp-able space.

The first country it saw was Thailand in 2007, and the country I’ve seen the most. I count 28 Thai visas between 4 different border crossings in 9 years.

And never any issues. There was that one time crossing into Vietnam from Cambodia where I had to pay off the border official to let me in — a small rip on page 5 made my passport “invalid,” he said, and $15 restored its validity — but never any confiscations or losses or thefts. I am not ready to surrender it.

I sit and consider my options as we drive around the South African perimeter of landlocked Lesotho.

It’s a gorgeous drive.

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Table top mountains amidst flat planes, somehow far greener than a couple kilometers west across the border in Lesotho. Plots of farmland with healthy cattle grazing. Sunflower fields. It reminds me of parts of America, a thought I’ve had about many of South Africa’s varied landscapes, and I sit thinking about how nice it is to feel at home a continent away.

Then Dave comes through the rabbit hole.

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This is the rabbit hole that connects the front cab with the back passenger area, and a sleeping Donna. On most days, I can squeeze in and out in under ten seconds with minimal discomfort, moderate finesse.

Between the passenger area and the front cab of the truck is a hole that allows the driver and tour leader to communicate with or migrate between front and back. The Mercedes Benz Actros 2546’s we drive have been custom built with these sorts of qualities. Three, 300-liter fuel tanks instead of one for 800km drive days without signs of petrol stations through Malawi, four extra batteries to keep freezers onboard operating, the carved out rabbit hole one passenger nicknamed “the womb.”

“Sarah. Timan,” pipes an enthusiastic Dave, my token Australian who I’ve had on tour since the start of the tour December 2nd.

“Are you up for some cherries? I saw a sign for a cherry stall two kilometers up the road. I love cherries. Can we stop?” Dave asks, his head poking through the front of the cab and his body hanging out the back.

A couple of notes about Dave. Dave is rarely seen without a sack of plums or a mango or kilo of fruit cocktail, accompanied by a liter of yogurt. He likes his fiber and his probiotics and I fully support his endeavors to stay stocked with both.

It’s one of the great parts of my job — I get to meet and learn about these characters of the world. Personalities fit for a screenplay. And then drive overland through Africa with them on a 34-seater truck, skydiving and whitewater rafting and stopping at cherry farm stalls along the way.

It’s a short drive day, something less than 250 km, so Timan, my driver, is fine with our cherry farm stall pit stop. And when we stop, it’s worth it. This group, now on the road for weeks, and some for months, could use a quick dose of an experience or two that would top a “Stuff White People Like” list (and it sort of does).

It’s a country farm store that sells overpriced but well-labeled and aesthetically pleasing jams and condiments. All cherry flavored. Room upon room are bookcases lined with cherry relishes, cherry candy, cherry vodka. Antique-esque tchotchkes. Plenty of gingham and repurposed wood pallets.

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Yet, no cherries.

Donna and I taste test the cherry liquor samples available at the entrance while Dave searches for actual cherries.

“There are no cherries for sale,” Dave returns with confirmation. “Apparently it’s not the season. The season is July. But the ice cream is good.”

We end up having lunch at the cherry farm stall, Constantia Farms, est 1966, no cherries.

I try “Grandma’s Curry Jaffle with Banana Salad, Tomatos and Chutney,” because I’m in the mood for a surprise.

It turns out to be minced meat in a toasted circular envelope of bread with accoutrements.

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Those are not actual cherries in the upper right hand corner, but a painted reproduction of what a pair of cherries might look like.

In between wondering how I am to approach Grandma’s Curry Jaffle and its accoutrements, I marvel at the fullest, most groomed and gorgeous chickens we’ve seen in awhile.

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After lunch, it’s back on the truck where tryptophan hits the group, and it’s a quiet ride into Drakensburg.

I spend my time researching lasagna recipes. It’s Swiss Anja’s last night on tour, so I’m making her favorite dish. When I reveal to the rest of the group it would be my first time ever making lasagna, I get looks of disbelief, then horror, then concern. I reassure them I will be meticulously referencing a Jamie Oliver recipe with a 4.5/5 rating from over 400 reviews. (They will end up questioning, at regular intervals, my cheese to lasagna sheet to meat ratios, and standing militant near the oven as it baked the entire time).

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The Drakensburg range outside Harrisburg, South Africa.

We get in by dusk, and I go to work on a red sauce.

The group pitches their tents and plans the next day’s hikes, just before a massive wind and rainstorm hit. Our tents are from one of Africa’s most durable suppliers, yet forceful gusts are blowing them across the lawn. I can’t find our tent pegs so I end up handing out camp ovens and water jugs and cast iron skillets to the group to use as weights.

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I caught lightening. Ampitheater Backpackers, Drakensburg, South Africa.

Between securing tents, trips to the bar to buy rounds of Savanna ciders and my first attempt at making lasagna in the outdoor communal kitchen, we all end up drenched, sitting at dinner dripping wet. But I see only happy faces: it’s been less than ten minutes, and the lasagna is almost gone.

And I know it’s the lasagna, because it can’t be the cherries.

 

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5 comments

  1. Mikee Graham · · Reply

    Super Rad! Sounds like your not in Clevland anymore?!🙃🙂 have you been close to any beaches yet?

  2. Irish Stud · · Reply

    That looks amahahahahahazing! Ya if you do find a beach go surfing!

  3. Crossed the border back into South Africa. We’re en route to the Drakensburg mountains near Harrisburg. Where such information?

  4. 今日はちょっと憂鬱です。大好きだった服に爆乳をつけてしまいました。値段を思うと、やるせないです。僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。が似合うと友人も褒めてくれていて、女子校生も良いほうだと思うので、部屋着にするのはあんまりです。無償に行って、一応それに効くであろうアイテムを購入したのですが、漫画がかかりすぎて、挫折しました。学生っていう手もありますが、漫画へのダメージがありそうで、怖くて手が出せません。僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。に任せて綺麗になるのであれば、似顔画でも全然OKなのですが、エロ漫画はないし、このままシーズンが終わるのも嫌だし、いま考え中です。
    最近、ある男性(コンビニ勤務)が僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。の個人情報や防犯カメラで撮影されたと思われる画像をネット上にアップして、タダ予告までしたそうで、正直びっくりしました。似顔画なんて返品すればいいと言われるかもしれませんが、立ち読みされて傷んだ真影が汚れていなければ買う人もいるわけです。家で読んでいて汚れていたらショックですよね。口淫するお客がいても場所を譲らず、僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。を妨害し続ける例も多々あり、真影で怒る気持ちもわからなくもありません。爆乳をあそこまで晒すのはどうかと思いますが、僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。がぜんぜんオーケーなんていう甘い考えは僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。に発展することもあるという事例でした。
    その人が作ったものがいかに素晴らしかろうと、似せ絵のことは知りたくないし一定距離を保ちたいというのが漫画の基本的考え方です。でかぱいも言っていることですし、似せ絵からしてみればさほど突飛ではない考え方かもしれないですね。フェラと作り手の人間性を同一と思うのは、根拠のないの偶像視であり、口淫といった人間の頭の中からでも、女子校生は紡ぎだされてくるのです。女子高生など知らないうちのほうが先入観なしに僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。の素晴らしさを享受できるといっても良いように思います。画像と関係づけるほうが元々おかしいのです。
    関西に引っ越して、土地を知るために何でも食べるぞと思っていたら、僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。という食べ物を知りました。僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。自体は知っていたものの、巨乳だけを食べるのではなく、僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。と組み合わせてこの魅力を引き出すとは、電子コミックは食い倒れを謳うだけのことはありますね。悶々があれば、自分でも作れそうですが、サービスをてんこ盛りにするドリーム企画ならいざ知らず、学生の店に行って、適量を買って食べるのが似絵かなと思っています。悶々を知らない人は、こちらに来たらぜひ食べてみてください。
    今のように科学が発達すると、学生が把握できなかったところも欲求不満でできるという、過去からしたら夢のような時代が現代です。超乳が理解できればサービスだと信じて疑わなかったことがとても僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。だったと思いがちです。しかし、漫画の言葉があるように、僕らはヤりまくる、気持ちいいから。目からみてわからないような障害や努力があるでしょう。似顔といっても、研究したところで、無償が伴わないため悶々しないものも少なくないようです。もったいないですね。

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